Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

Yeah, yeah, just like bums we used to
In the of la by the way
Gang killin' each other for rep
Sellin' cocaine on my doorstep

Had a ball to plus a bike to ride
But my mamma never would let me play
But when I got enrolled in elementary
Started like a fucking fool

So throwin' up gang signs to the gangster beat
Shot an enemy from the street
Mamma came home, said she got a job
Daddy did too, now don't squab

Financially, we
2 months later, son, we
No duckin' from shotgun shells
Bought a two-story in east palmdale
it to me now

(Hell yeah)
Come to me
(I need you and I you, baby)
Palmdale, back to me
(Check it out, it out, check it out)

No more rats and no roaches
Livin' next door to football
Now I got a new place to me crack
Now I got little kids to jack

I wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red
Too busy with the skinheads
questions, distract the class
Rubbin' white girls on the ass

I didn't really care if I or failed
I knew I was for the NFL
Until the playoff game, got hurt
I thought my future, layin' in the dirt

I can't jump, I can't
Superstar player, ridin' the
Graduate from school don't me laugh
I got an F in basic math, give it to me now

(Hell yeah)
Come to me
(I gotta do one for my neighborhood)
Palmdale, come to me
(Check it out)

I knew I couldn't make it in the white world
So I bought me khakis and a geri curl
I I couldn't make it to the NFL
I went to east palmdale and slingin' yeyo

Fo' sho' I was makin' crazy
Shoulda dropped outta school a long ago
Bought a cell phone, a nut
Now I deliver pizza hut

I drunk whiskey and Bacardi, I sold to anybody
Me and my sold dubs and dimes
Took turns rhymes just to pass the time

A white man up to my spot
He said, "Hey, homeboy, you got?"
I put a fat rock inside his
And about 25 sheriffs jumped out the van get down,

(Hell, yeah)
Come to me
(I you and I love you, baby)
Palmdale, come to me
(Check it out, it out, check it out)

get drunk, can't get blunted
LA county, 95
Crips wanna take my
Bloods eat my snicker bars

Them pecker don't want none
But the straight own one
Them essays, catorces, always try to test me

So I off the bed 'cause I ain't no punk
Jammed his head up the bunk
Socked that cholo in his
muthafucking scared to jump in

Sheriff broke it up we hit the floor
I kept talkin' shit 'cause I want some
Back in town, we get with the brown
Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to me down

is hell, but I'll adapt, won't hesitate to get in a scrap
'Cause I'm for mine, and that's for certain
in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'

(Hell, yeah)
Come to me
(I need you and I you, baby)
Palmdale, back to me
(Yeah it out, homeboy)

Now I got a fucking up life, two bad kids and a naggin'
Dead end job at the check too short to pay the house note
Turn on the TV then I see different homeboys that went to with me
in the NFL we used to kick back in east palmdale

Rodney Williams, tate
Zeno for Colorado state
I wish my much success
But at the time, I still get depressed

Walkin' the wind with a cup full of gin
Thinkin' 'bout things that coulda, woulda, shoulda
I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish luck to my peers

Come to me
(I need you and I you, baby)

Come to me
(Palmdale)
('Cause that's my heartache began, heartache began)

(Palmdale)
Come to me
(I need you and I you, baby)

(Oh yeah)
Come to me
('Cause that's where my began, heartache began)

(Yeah)
Come to me
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where at man, yeah)
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I care if you in Japan, Africa)
Palmdale, back to me
(Hey you know how we to do it, man hey, hey, hey)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, what do we
(Yeyo)
Yo, where we to go?
(We fittin' to go to jail)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, what do we
(Yeyo)
Yo, we fittin' to go?
(We fittin' to go to jail)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, what do we
(Yeyo)
Yo, we fittin' to go?
(We to go back to jail)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, we fittin' to go?
(We to go back to jail)

Dale, yeah
(Hey, come on just clap your hands)
Dale, palmdale
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Dale, palmdale
(What, what, what)
(Yo fuck AV on y'all)

(Where them at?)
You're
(It ain't 'til the fat man sings)

(Little rock get none, what, what, what)
You're
Dale, palmdale
(Little rock get none)